Home.For me, it's always been several places. Syracuse. Tallahassee. Los Gatos. San Jose. Mountain View. Saratoga. Tampa. Schoen Place But there's only one hometown and for me, it's Rochester NY. When I was there in May, my nephew and I went to lunch at Schoen Place, along the river. Although . . .
My family put the dys in dysfunction, and I knew it way too young. It was disappointing, perplexing, embarrassing, sad; and at times it’s been a source of tremendous pain. That’s why visiting my hometown has always been a mixed bag. My parents are now gone and so is most of their generation. . . .
I was lucky enough to come into a treasure trove of historical family photos, particularly exciting because all of my personal photos fell victim to far too many moves from state to state back to state. Sandy and Sam Cassara, 1966 Most amazing were the photos of my parents at various stages of . . .
We made a false start at landscaping last spring, our first spring after we bought this house in Fall 2010. Maybe we didn't have a clear vision or maybe we picked the wrong guy to work with, because we abandoned the job before it began.But when we were in Morocco in March, our vision was clear: we . . .
There was a time when I'd rather rip my tongue out than say that Rochester's an interesting place. But hey: Rochester is an interesting place.My trips to my hometown have always been centered around family events, with little time to look around. It's easy to forget how beautiful western NY state . . .
Beautiful Henry is my sister-in-love's delightful Irish terrier. There is no sweeter dog. Anywhere. He happens to live in Rochester, NY, and we visited him last week. Always looking for a playmate. Or just hanging out, looking adorable. A toy's nearby, though, just in case. If . . .
Just back from my home town, I've been thinking about how disconnected from it I've always been and so has M (who's from the same city). I just never rooted there.I'm happy with my habit--need, even-- to always look around the next bend. "Most of my life I've been rambling free..." and I still . . .
Sisters From Another Mister by Ilse Valfre The sisters arrive today. No, not mine. My sister-in-love's three sisters get in from NJ for graduation festivities and I'm looking forward to some fun times. We last saw one another when I was there in January.Despite being completely different in . . .
I'm arriving in my hometown tonight for festivities surrounding my nephew's graduation from college.Passages like the one he's going through this weekend always remind me of my own childhood. Thoughtful and a bit of a loner, I remember riding my bicycle around the neighborhood in the summer, all by . . .
Someone mentioned hot apple cider today and it instantly transported me back to my childhood in western New York state.Bundling up to step out into cold, crisp, blue sky days. The crackle of red, gold and brown leaves underfoot. Slipping off knit gloves to wrap my fingers around a mug of hot cider. . . .